Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1887-01-15

nanllke way, the OLD Time coon uOS
came to the front, and the frigidity of
the evening had to be exceedingly un-
comfortable when he failed to hold as
many tramp cards as the willy schemer
he was after.
We had in those glorious days in this
part OF Jersey two kinds of trained coon
dogs. There was one who hunted as
Silently as a ferret, and as relentless!y.
There was another who followed the
chase to music of his own making, and
who let YOU l;now at every step that he
was getting there. There was mingled
with ti,r spoohish methods of the still
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that yyoR- would get your coon than
there was with the melodious system of
the dog that voiced his eagerness for
the final fray but the style of the latter
pat more tingle in your blood and filled
you with bUoyant expectancy that
seemed to lift you up and away from
the presence Of every thing but the dog
and the coon, hidden in the depths of
the forest shadows. but both there, and
both knowing that the supreme moment
was drawing nigh. There was some
thing weird and uncanny in following
the still dog in all the windings and
turnings of the gloomy woods at night.
He crept among tangled brush and deep
ravines. climbed abrupt knobs, and
worked his serpentine way down into
deep hollows-turning, doubling, shift
ing, crossing and recrosSing his track,
| like the labyrinthinc tracings Of ships
| course-silent as the night around him.
| stcalthy as a twilight shadow. His
very silence brought him to the prize.
! As the trail of the unsuspcctlng coon
| became warmer. the nOISeless pursuer
| grow still more cautious, until, the
! zane IN sight. he rushed upon it like
an avalanche, and the pcnt-up music Of
his soul went forth III one fearful howl
of triumph. and the surprised and
frightened coon knew that his nights
were numbered. But it was different
with the dog that gave tongue as he
hunted. He made the music in the
uight-not the silvery treble of the fox
hound, floating down from the hills il
the FROSTY 1ir and drawn out in swee
cadcnza by every willing echo, nor ye
the mellow bass of the deerhound
swelling over the ridges, clear and far
sounding as a bugle note. but pleas
,rt tI,o17 r-h st,ccsto s,np of his own
~, l,.1f - ,.,,l.,.f,,l min vim
of n eodv with business.
The bavinr coon do" always had
better nose than his close-mouthe,
brother. and he needed to have, Th,
coon. smart rs he was, never knew
when the silent dor was on his tract
until it was TOO late to bring to his pro
lection the many wilcs and stratagem
that he at once reSortcd to when tn,
cry Of the other doc rang out on HI
trail II was then that he maneuverc,
to throw false scents. and the brool
and the br3mblc. the hill and the hol
low. were all impressed in his servic
IN his race for life: and il was then tha
the rlyino coon dor Of the old tim
c,nr ONT strong. Step by step he TN
travelled the tangled and wcil-hiddcl
scent, constantly sounded his vile
chail.nre to the coon to do his best
until the hunted animals repertoly q
wilc- was exhausted. and, acceptin.
the inevitable. he threw stratagrm t
, the ,ioo--. -a To- speak. and climbed
tree. When this stare, of the hunt Wa
. re9rhpd the dg~ knew that the nut
that particular. coon had laid by fC
! winter u" would never be disturbed b
him, and hr sent the hunter INTEL
,. rencc 10 that effect by instantly chan!
ipo- his bay to a loud. quick bark. The
. the hunter picked his way to the spo
. Living close on a leatlc~s branch. h
. rolled-up body plainly outlined
r,o,rlirh+ or loss distinctly if Il